Lilith was a master of. Manipulation. She had a fairly good way with words and she always got what she wanted. She wanted to win the New Holland chess tournament, and though she had to give several footjobs under the table to achieve it, she still won.
Almost the same thing happened with the fifth annual New Holland spelling bee. She had to bribe the judges with a little bit of blackmail, but she got the simplest words and won with ease...
In short, she always got what she wanted. It was her way or the highway...
Which is why she found Bridgette to be such a pain in the ass. A beautiful pain, she will admit l, but a pain regardless.
She always found Bridgette beautil, from the moment she saw her face, she instantly tried to be her friend.
That worked out well enough that dating her and finally sleeping together would come soon after, but it went the complete opposite for her.
Years of hard work and pretending to be her friend wasted with one quick question and an attempt to seduce her! Bridgette cut her off completely; She avoided her in the hallway, stopped going to the library, and started hanging out with Nile..
How Lilith hated nile. She was everything she couldn't be! Charming, tall, attractive to that certain stubborn redhead...
Then, Lilith had an idea...
First she stole and replicated a set of the janitor's keys, that was obviously the most important, as if this plan failed she could always use them again to her advantage.
Then she had to essentially stalk Bridgette and find out when she would leave to go to the bathroom. Not that the act of stalking was any different than her regular nosy routine but seeing when specifically she used the bathroom was....out of the norm, a little, even for her.
She crept behind her, watching her move her thin body gracefully down the hallway, her hand talking the cement walls before pushing open the bathroom door. Lilith gave her a few seconds before pushing the door open and locking it behind her.
Bridgette turned away from the mirror to see Lilith standing a few feet away. The click of the locking door startled Bridgette, but she masked her fear well. "What do you want Jane?"
"I just want to talk." She said in a calm voice.
Bridgette rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "I don't want to talk to you, dyke." she said in a defiant tone.
Lilith pushed her and Bridgette's head slammed against the hand dryer, making her fall to the ground. Then, she grabbed her hair and pulled her into the handicap stall, pushing her against the corner and trailing a hand up her skirt. "I hate you, Casey." Lilith sneered, her nails digging into Bridgette's creamy skin.
"You a stupid bitch." Bridette slurred out, her eyes still spinning. Her head instantly ached from the all metal hand dryer, but there was nothing she could do to get out of this situation.
Lilith's nimble fingers slid into her underwear and felt the dampness of her lips before pushing her fingers deep inside her, not stopping for the whines Bridgette made of protest and pain, but continuing for the feel of the tight cherry she was popping. She added another finger and curled them inside her, pulling her body close to her.
She could see small tears in Bridgette's eyes, her pupils were highly dilated and her breathing was shallow "Why-" she breathed out.
Lilith jammed her fingers in harder, bruising her insides and smirked as tears rolled down her face. "I can't see you belonging to anyone else." Her spare digit slid over Bridgette's clit before her thumb and pointer finger pinched it hard.
Bridgette looked to the ceiling and emitted a high pitched whine as her insides clenched and her hips bucked wildly.
Lilith pulled out her hand, seeing the slightest bit of pink blood mixed with creamy sticky cum "I always knew I had to give you your first orgasm," she smirked again before holding Bridgette's face in her clean hand. "Now you belong to me."
